Chapter 317

After what happened last night, things between Stella Johnson and Charles Hart had eased up a bit—but people really don’t share the same kind of grief. Michael Anderson found out about it and didn’t sleep a wink. This was his turf, and no matter what, he had to act. “Stella, go change,” Michael leaned against the doorframe, the light reflecting off his tailored suit. “We’re going for a ride to the stables, get some air.” He deliberately stressed the words “get some air.” But his eyes were stuck on the faint red marks on her neck—left there by Charles the night before. Honestly, she didn’t want to go out. Or more precisely, she didn’t want to go out with him. “I’m tired. I just want to rest.” “Not your call.” Michael suddenly stepped forward, grabbing her chin, his breath warm against her ear. “You think I didn’t know you’ve been sneaking off to see Charles in the middle of the night?” He yanked down her pajama collar, exposing the bite marks on her collarbone. “These marks... Should we